0 comments/ 7661 views/ 1 favorites An American In Paris By: fired_up_subbie This story was written by two people who met in the Literotica chatroom, Caligirl and Frenchlover. We hope you enjoy reading it has much as we enjoyed writing it. * * * * * Monique walks off the plane to meet the love of her life for the first time. She met him a year ago online, as so many people do these days. The moment they met there was an instant spark between them. Luc is from France, and when he told her he lives in Paris she almost didn't believe him, how could such a thing be true, she asked herself. Until the day he sent her a picture of him at the top of the Eiffel Tower over looking the beautiful Champs de Mars and the majestic "City of Lights" beyond. The picture was taken on a sunny day, his face was tanned and the sun was lighting up his dark blond hair and his green eyes. From that day on they chatted online almost everyday. Meeting in the same room at the same time, she his darling and he her sweetheart. When Luc first spoke to Monique in private he was so kind and sweet to her, saying things that had her sighing and her heart melting. Monique, having been hurt in the past, took the relationship very slow. Luc was a true gentleman and didn't push her in any way. After three months she finally thought she was ready to let him call her. They made a date at 8:00 am her time on a beautiful Sunday morning. Luc had to wait through a whole day before he could make the call, but he had been waiting three months, what's another day? Monique had a restless night, dreaming of the city she had always loved and the man she thought she was in love with already. How could it be love? She asked herself a hundred times. They haven't even met in real life yet. She finally climbed out of bed at 6:00am, giving up on rest, and went to make coffee. The time passed ever so slowly for both of them, minutes seemed like hours. And when the time finally came, Luc's hands were shaking as he picked up the phone. Monique was sitting on the back porch watching the birds play when the phone rang. She thought about not answering it, but only for an instant; pleasure out weighing fear. She walked hastily to the living room sat on her sofa, legs shaking barely able to support her, and picked up her cordless phone. "Hello." She says softly, trying to hide her anxiety, her voice almost betraying her. "Good morning Chéri. How is my darling this day?" Luc asks with a smile in his voice athough his heart was pounding in his chest and he was shaking all over, the knot in his stomach tightening even more. He's been thinking of this moment for so long and now he hears her beautiful voice for the first time. "Great sweetheart and you?" she answers. "Fine darling and even better now that I hear you". Reminding himself of the answer he uses when they were chatting. Hoping this would help both of them to relax a little. "I was so excited to talk to you that I've barely slept last night". He said "I'm so happy to hear you after all those chats." "You know what sweetie?" "What my dear?" He asks "I just love your voice...you have just the sexiest voice I've ever heard" The desire for him showing in her own voice. "Thank you....yours is not bad either". He answered laughingly with that little French accent he has when he speaks English. Both of them, hearing each other, were starting to think about the hot cyber love sessions they had in the chat room and could now put a voice on the words they've been reading for so long. The mix of the voice with the sexy thoughts they were having was slowly starting to turn them on. "You know sweetheart I've been thinking of you every minute of the day these last months. I think I'm addicted to you" He admits. Monique feels her hands start to shake after hearing his admission. She has been thinking the same about him and tells him so. As she hears his sexy voice softly talking in her ear her hands slide down her stomach, wanting to find her throbbing clit. Her breathing starts to change and he notices, hearing the desire build in her. Luc's imagination begins to run wild, thinking of all the things she might be doing. He's a afraid to ask but he feels he has to know. He doesn't want to rush her or scare her so he starts off slow. His voice is soft and hardly heard "What are you wearing this morning my dear?" Monique's voice is full of the desire she is feeling when she tells her soon to be lover she's wearing her pink silk robe. "Nothing else my sweet?" He asks. Lost in her rising passion she nods no first then realizes she needs to actually tell him. She has never been good at saying the words she types so well, so she has to force herself to speak. A soft "no" is her only response. Sensing her shyness, Luc takes control of the conversation and tells her not to speak, just do what he says. He knows this will turn her on even more and he's hoping it will also help her relax a bit. "Sit comfortably, close your eyes and just let my voice guide you, My Love" He said in a whispering tone. Following his orders, she settled more cozily into her leather couch, closing her eyes, letting his voice guide her hands and mind. Even before he said anything, she was already turned on and all her body was on fire. "Spread your legs wide and let your hands roam over your wonderful body" he said "caress your tits and pinch your nipples." As her legs spread she could feel her juice start to leak along her slit. Her hands went directly to her aching tits, squeezing them over her robe. She could feel her nipples already hard through the light fabric. Then with one hand she removed the strap of it, unveiling one tit. She sucked in her breath as she felt the cool air over her nipple. She caressed it, cupped it, squeezed it softly. Her breath coming out faster as her excitement grew. She was imaging it was his hand touching her. That idea and the pinching of her nipple got her even hotter and she let a light moan escaped her lips. She pressed the speaker mode button on the phone and let it fall near her so both of her hands were free now to take care of her heated body. Then she bared her other tit and made sure it had the same treatment. "Let one hand slide over your stomach" Luc said in a hoarse voice betraying his desire and arousal. She reluctantly let go one of her tits and made her hand slide over her stomach "Don't touch your pussy, just caress the inside of your leg scratching the upper part". Her hand traveled down still, feeling the contact of her trimmed pussy hairs on the tip of her finger. She resisted the urge to let her hand go directly down her aching pussy to get release of that intense desire building inside her. At the same time she wanted this to last forever, and the longer he was going to play with her the more she was going to like it. She was feeling incredibly safe as his sex toy. Her hand was now moving up along the inside of her thigh reaching the sensitive upper part. She bit her lower lip, trying to refrain another moan, as her nails scratch over her exposed skin. Her other hand was still over her breasts, trying to work upon both tits at the same time "Let your fingers slide lightly over your slit" He continued. As she followed his order, she felt how soft her bare pussy lips were and how wet she had become. She couldn't believe how aroused she was whereas her pussy hadn't even been touched yet. "Suck one of these fingers in your mouth as if it was my cock, make it really wet". As he said this she heard his breathing coming harder. She wondered if he wasn't wanking while leading her. At that thought she envisioned him naked in front of her, his cock in his hand, hard for her, ready to make love to her. She wanted to ask him but at that same instant her hand reached her mouth and she sucked her middle finger in dreaming it was his cock instead, sucking hard on it. Just a muffled moan escaped her lips. As she did this she tasted her pussy juice. This was the first time she has tasted herself, she was loving her salty sweet taste. This act sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. She was feeling very kinky. "Now I want you to come for me baby" He said "get that finger inside you". Her hand went directly to her sex, and she plunged her finger inside right away into her aching pussy. She wanted this real bad. Her head jerked backward as she let out a louder moan "huummmm yessssss" that he heard quite clearly. This gave him more confidence and made him hornier too. "Get two fingers in!!! I want you to finger fuck yourself hard and fast". He ordered, his voice full of lust for her. She did as he demanded, plunging her now two fingers in and out as far and as hard as she could. Her hips were bucking coming to meet her hand. She was breathing real hard now almost moaning with each thrust and whispering soft words to him. "Yesss baby I wanna cum for you" she said "I want you Luc! Take me! Take me now!". She was starting to lose control, her mind was totally focused on his voice, and her pleasure. Behind her closed eyelids, she was making love with him, seeing their bodies entwined, sweat covered, seeing his hands caressing her, his lips kissing her. "I want your other hand to take care of your clit". She half heard him through her racing mind and moans. But still she followed his voice. Her hand let go of her tits and went directly to her aching and swollen clit freeing it from its hood. Her fingers rubbing it hard and fast while she kept on finger fucking herself with her other hand. Her pussy was so wet and leaking that the palm of her hand was drenched as were her ass and the top of her thighs. Her moans were becoming louder and louder as she was feeling a huge climax building in her stomach. She was arching her back and her body was thrashing on the sofa wildly. Her unfocused eyes flaring open, totally blind to what was around her, still seeing the erotic visions her mind was sending her. Luc kept on telling her he wanted her to cum for him and how much he wanted her. Then he started to moan saying he was about to cum too. She then realized he was masturbating too and this sent her over the edge. She came in a loud moan almost screaming, her body shaking all over, her juices flowing continuously forming a little puddle under her bottom on the leather of the couch, her pussy clenching her fingers. She barely heard him as he came with her, groaning and whispering her name. She couldn't believe how hard she came. She had been masturbating before but she never had such a climax. She was feeling exhausted as if she had had sex during several hours. "Luc?" she whispered breathlessly "Yes darling" answered Luc. His voice betraying he also had a hard time recovering. "That was wonderful sweetie! You were wonderful. I never had such pleasure masturbating". "You were perfect too hunnie. I wish we could have made love together for real". "Me too" she answered with a hint of sorrow in her voice. Slowly they started to talk about each other. Discovering little by little each other. Sharing feelings you share with close people until they had to hang up. Fixing a new appointment in the chat room and on the phone. And now the time has come for them to meet as Monique nervously strolls through Paris Charles de Gaulle airport. Her knees are weak and she can feel her desire for Luc building inside her, knowing that soon she will finally be in the one place she belongs most, his arms. (to be continued) An American in Paris *** A note to begin with: Here we are again going with my Gershwin Playlist. Alright the titles are cheesy so are parts of this story. But a kinky woman has to have some fun once in a while. This is another glimpse into the world of Rosa and Samuel. I hope you will be able to lean back and enjoy this trip into a Valentine Twenties with our diabolic pair set in the city of lovers and lust. For the sake of this series premise we will assume that it was possible for young affluent women to have a colourful sex life before marriage. I intend to research this further as the series goes on. Open your hearts loosen your belts and lift your skirts as the curtains open to a fresh and vibrant 1927. For clarification: Every passing day is marked with an opening of paper boys selling their goods. The interested may find themselves inclined to find the exact dates by the news advertised... On a side note for all my fellow music lovers: The song for this story during the writing process was Yes' Love will find a Way. *** "Special Edition! Special Edition! Campbell makes new record for fastest speed in Automobile with his Blue Bird! Buy the new Special Edition... Record breaking Blue Bird in England! Buy..." Sam reached for a paper and exchanged some coins with the small boy in front of the crowded train station. The front page showed a picture of Malcolm in his silly racing suit and the broadest grin Sam had ever seen him pose with. He laughed out loud and retook his steps towards the waiting Rolls Royce Ghost, instructed the driver in flawless French and returned to the article musing. Business was going as he had expected it to on his trip to England; his investments into the new type of motor would pay off well once he brought them home to the American market. He tapped his chin with a slender finger as he smiled satisfactorily passing over a bridge across the Seine River. Now he had a few days off time in Paris and he already had a very good idea how he would enjoy them. "Are you going to attend tonight's concert at the Hotel Sir?" Sam did not answer as he glanced at the driver's face in the front mirror; the old continent surely lacked some proper etiquette. That said he wouldn't mind some good artistic entertainment before leaving for the real night out and given the concert was to bridge his time he might just as well do that. Meanwhile at the Hotel the group stood huddled together in the Foyer while the Conductor Browne gave out some last minute instructions to the musicians about the order of the program they were to perform. "Right, now everyone check if their sheets are complete and correctly sorted. Rosa you will begin with your solo, we will set up now and start in forty five minutes. Rosa? Rosa? Oh for heaven's sake not again." Amused whispers erupted while Browne was looking frantically around the entrance hall. Rosa had disappeared again likely lost in inspiration somewhere on the busy Parisien streets. ** The smart black car pulled into the driveway, doors were opened and Sam stepped out nose buried in his paper while he walked up on to the dark red carpet leading into the wide elegant hall. The buzz of voices, the ringing of a bell at the front desk and the sound of motors behind him in the dark filled his ears when he felt the paper being pulled from his hands and his body impact with another slender form: he noted waves of soft chestnut hair and a frown that wasn't yet directed at him, but searching for the source of the disturbance. On the floor scattered lay several sheets of what appeared to be music, a coat and his paper which dark brown eyes were scanning with mild concern while his arm had automatically found itself slung around a shoulder (just at the right height for him to feel comfortable where it was) to prevent the both of them from toppling and falling down. A hint of curiosity crossed his face. "Oh great, just what I needed. Can't you watch where you are walking? Now I am not going to make it on time." The voice sighed and tried to push his arm from her shoulder which made him hold onto it with even more force. Sam narrowed his eyes as the dark brown pair across him sought his gaze and to his slight incredulity they were lit with annoyance towards him. His own voice was sharp as he remarked: "You might want to change your tone I do not appreciate to be talked to like this." The young woman held his gaze and with a very intent movement pushed his arm from her shoulder. He let it happen just to see what she would do next. "You are one to talk. If you had proper manners you would not walk with your head buried into what I am sure is a very important article. If you had looked up just once you would have noticed my polite gesture that I was too loaded to step aside. So don't talk down to me, Sir." Her words were marked with distinct disapproval, but the Sir she had said with ridicule. She still held his stare waiting for a reaction. Sam couldn't quite believe it. "I have to say the women here are not up to the standards I expected or is it just you being a young, uneducated silly thing? You better hope your looks will pull you through life. May I suggest you study to be less defiant? No man in his right mind will put up with your impudence." He made sure to mark his words with the sharpness of the angry annoyance he now felt himself. On first glance he had appreciated what he saw, he didn't like that. To his disbelief the young woman now started smiling at him. Somehow she managed to retrieve her sheets and coat from the floor without letting her eyes leave his face. His newspaper remained where it was as she addressed him brightly: "You think you are so smart, consider yourself a superior being don't you? I assume you view yourself as such a man in his right mind. If that would be the case I think I will stick to the men who have their very own mind about things, they do tend to appreciate the freedom I express with mine. Good Night." she sang. And thus she moved past him her last words hanging around his silent figure like a mocking echo. "Incroyable!" he thought, the smell of her hair lingering in his nose. ** An hour later It was five minutes past their opening time and Rosa sat at the piano nervously tucking her hair behind her ear then placed her hands hovering just above the keys. Browne's count came, all the impressions around her, fellow musicians, expecting audience the smell of the wooden body of her instrument - her love, faded into one floating feeling of being removed to her special place. But this time just for the fraction of a second a face appeared inside her mind, handsome eyes stern brow and hair of deep black. She closed her eyes and inhaled grudgingly then started to play. Sam crossed his arms his eyes set without falter to take in her eloquent movements, the way her fingers seemed to dance and the expressions that crossed her face as she drifted between open and closing her lids gave herself to the music. He wasn't wholly impressed though. Her technique was fine, but the music the band played was little above mediocre at best. The concert lacked soul and for some strange reason he felt satisfied about that. He stood and left before the last notes reverberated across the room. *** "Special Edition! Special Edition! British troops land in China, European citizens safe! More ships expected within the coming week! Special edition, special edition...Buy!" Rosa was sitting in a Café right beside the window , close to the rest of the group and looked out, her right hand playing absent minded with the green jade bracelet on her left wrist. She took in the passersby, the raggedy boys shouting to and fro on the busy streets, cars moving past, buses, people, bustle, smells, sounds, light and shadow, a Metropolis of Grandeur. "Just like Shanghai.", she murmured, but in such different ways. It had been three years since she travelled the Asian continent with her father though the impact had never left her. Sometimes she missed the scent of foreign winds, the challenge of conversing without words, the subtle ways of power exchange between women and men... Rosa smiled though the news worried her. How long had it been since she heard from her friend Ying -- the cherry blossom. Beautiful charming Ying who knew her way around another Shanghai so well, a city hidden to the first glance of visitors. And who was she kidding she missed the way of men there. At least they were deserving of the respect they asked for not like this pompous... Rosa jokingly smacked herself. Why in all worlds was she still thinking of this guy? Better to redirect her thoughts, a nice pleasant memory will do. Rosa kept watching the streetlife outside and slowly her mind transfered herself back to 1924: It was not quite Spring yet, the Chinese New year was approaching as Rosa and her father settled in to spend the holidays with friends and business partners in the thriving crossroad city between east and west. Rosa was happy to be allowed freedom to move around by herself as long as she was accompanied by her close friend Ying, the daughter of an important partner of her father's business who spoke many a language and who also had a mischievous hedonistic streak which she enjoyed greatly to share with Rosa. Ying was a known face around the secret clubs and amusement places and seemed to know about everyone who ever stopped by in any of them. Now that special evening just before the winter sun solstice she took them both to a private residence outside the main city. Rosa found the procedures rather strange as no names were mentioned and Ying had asked her very seriously whether she was willing to make new experiences. Rosa was far from being innocent, but her curiosity was piqued. When they arrived they were led into a very elegant room with view over the bay. The guests were an interesting mix of Chinese and foreigners, all dressed to their best and not one seemed to be what Rosa subjectively would have considered not handsome or beautiful. Several of the men noted her entrance and acknowledged their interest with a slight nod of their head. Ying whispered: "If you like someone and wish to talk to them you move your hand to show the inside of your palm -- like this." "And what happens next?" Rosa inquired back, though she had an idea where this was going. Her heartbeat fastened a little. Ying gave a surreptitious smile and winked. "You will have great fun. Learn a new thing or two. People here are very open minded. They will enjoy teaching you. Oh and there are no rules you like a woman talk to her, too. Or you want more than one man...mmm!" Ying sighed in expectant pleasure, straightened her back, stuck her tongue out at Rosa and walked off while pushing her into the center of the spacious room. There she remained standing a little unsure of herself while she took in groups of people talking, drinking and laughing. Someone passing by handed her one glass of wine and as Rosa took it her eyes fell on the back of a man standing some feet away who was in conversation. She couldn't see his face, but something drew her towards him. The older woman next to him caught her gaze and must have pointed it out for the man now slowly turned and mustered her. After what seemed ages he nodded and remained standing where he was simply watching. The elder woman laughed and Rosa bit her lip, lowered her eyes yet at the same time turned her left palm outwards. She didn't dare to look up until a shadow fell on her and a gentle but firm hand reached under her chin and pulled up her face to be looked at closely. The man was imposingly beautiful and Rosa gulped as she returned his almond eye shaped gaze. "You are a friend of Yings. She brought you here today for the first time. I may thank her for that. Later." He leaned in closer. "Tell me friend of Ying, what is it you want to do with me? Or what do you think I may want to do with you?" Good heavens, Rosa thought, I cannot possibly answer that. What a tease! She felt warmth rising in her body and laughed. "I feel like words are not sufficient to reply, but I would like to walk with you and see where that leads us." Hopefully that wasn't too straight, Rosa wondered. The man's facial expression did not change, but he offered his arm and led her towards the doors along corridors and upwards winding staircases. They passed many rooms some yet open some with closed doors until finally they stepped into a chamber lying in half shadows. The man closed the doors behind them and offered her a seat whereas he took to stand by a drawer of finest bamboo wood. The candles blew in a light breeze through the half open windows. "Why did you choose me young swallow? You must know that you are reaching out for things you have never seen or done before. Are you not satisfied with the men you know?" His voice was hypnotic, his accent like a melody that made her feel as if she were in some far away fairy tale. Rosa felt herself nodding. She had never really thought about it, but something really was missing from the kind of relations she had had experienced with her previous lovers. She wanted to know what it was. Finally the man smiled. "I see. I will be very gentle, fear not. Tonight you will just take your very first step over borders you have no need of any longer. I am honored to be your first...teacher. You can close your eyes if you wish." Rosa shook her head and returned the smile then watched him open the top drawer to retrieve several thin white ropes. The man took off his jacket, pulled down her dress (Rosa shivered with childish joy) and positioned her arms crossed behind her back. "It won't hurt, not tonight. I will just give you an idea of how things can be done. Speak whenever you wish to stop. It is very important that you only do what you feel comfortable with." Rosa nodded as he started to sling the rope around her wrists, binding them together then continued to pull them across her upper body crossing her chest and shoulders. It felt both securing and limiting at the same time; she loved the sensation of the rope on her bared skin, how it squeezed her breasts as it circled around them and thus she inhaled deeply to increase the pressure. "You are an eager one little swallow. Be careful not to tease me or I will be less careful with you. You see as much as you feel pleasure being bound I feel it binding you. It has to be mutual my beautiful, or it becomes something very dark." She was starting to drift into a space she had not entered before. Her thoughts were less clear though still present, but her emotions and feelings seemed to multiply in magnitude. What does dark mean? She asked herself, but a moan was all that escaped her lips as her mysterious lover proceeded to undress her fully, spread her legs and bind them with another rope to the frame of the bed. His breath came close to her as his own excitement increased and his lips started to explore all of her body. It was elating to not be able to move and escape the tease she was wet as she had never been before. The incessant kisses were soon replaced by a duet of bites and strokes with what must be a soft feather, hands discovering and laying willful claim to parts of her body she barely was aware existed. What a concert of sensations she thought in a haze of excitement and she giggled inwardly as she heard herself begging for his manhood. He only laughed and bit her thighs even harder. ~~ "Rosa it's time to leave. We need to get back to the Hotel to get ready for the party." Helen gave her a hysterically amused stare as Rosa groaned and found herself back at the Café, far from China, far from lust and satisfaction. Ah what a nice daydream that was. At least there was tonight to look forward to. She had heard there was a piano at the apartment and local musicians would attend. Too bad she was really in dire want of a pleasuring encounter with the other sex now. Maybe some nice man would turn up this evening. Hope dies last, right. *** "Evening edition, evening edition! ..." This time Sam drowned out the local news being advertised with his musings whether Jimmy Delaney would beat Maxie Rosenbloom in tonight's match in Cincinnati. He was teased mercilessly for still having an interest in his hometown boxing scene, but who cared. He had spent so many hours of his youth in the ring he would always wonder where life would have taken him if his father hadn't made that streak of luck deals back in New York during the early teens of the century. It was dark already and Sam looked out for the address he had been given. Rue Rouchefort, highest floor. This must be it. The servant in uniform led him up by the elevator and bowed as he stepped into the front hall. The noise coming from ahead was inviting, it must be many people attending. He threw his coat at another servant and grabbed a glass of champagne entering the crowd. Helen and Rosa were returning from taking some fresh air on the terrace, cigarettes lit glasses in their hand, mood in highest joy when the host beckoned them towards the suite to gather with the local musicians. After some chit chat it was agreed they would play together. There was a guy with a trumpet, Helen with her oboe, a Spanish guitar player, a violinist from Prague and Rosa who was to use the house's delightful Wurlitzer. She put her glass down left the cigarette between her open lips and sat having a first feel while the other's prepared their instruments. Sam pushed through people in his search for the buffet, not yet in the mood to return any attention to the many smiles he got from women of all kinds and colours. Priorities; he knew he looked just as good as he intended to, but he wanted some intelligent conversation first - and replenishment for his body. He would need it. A smirk passed over his lips. Rosa exchanged some last words with her fellow band members and grinned. She felt a little lightheaded and just in the mood to let her imagination play. This was going to be good. She whistled once in a cocky fashion to alert guests to what was about to begin as the violinist raised his bow and commenced. A whistle made it through his focus on the plate he had finally procured and Sam turned around still chewing while he let his gaze wander over what lay around him. On the far side of the magnificent room that was dotted with chairs, Sofas and small tables the carpeted floor was raised and offered a good view of what could and was currently used as stage. The violinist had started to play and in the corner of his eye he beheld a figure in a gorgeous dress with perfect skin, soft hair, beyond beautiful face and ...Sam choked and coughed until his throat was free again. Raising some eyebrows as he was addressing no one in particular he couldn't help but remark: "Miss Impudent. What a way to start the night." He would never have admitted it, but in some really strange way he was pleased about her presence. It was after all unexpected, wasn't it? He left his plate and edged his way closer to the stage. He watched her concentrating figure, straightened his white dinner jacket and coughed: "Look who is there. Going to bore all these poor souls to tears again with what you call creating music?" Rosa, who was waiting for her entry, turned her head. There he stood posing laissez-faire with his arms crossed and an expression of indulging mock. She rolled her eyes. What a peacock. But she would be damned if he didn't look good. So good she wished for a moment she was back in that Shanghai room bound and exposed to feel him all over her body. If she remembered right from the day of their walking into each other he smelled really nice. Excitingly so; Rosa pinched herself. She would rather die than show any mental weakness in front of him. His voice was just loud enough for merely her to hear. Instead of an answer she took a big sip from her retrieved glass threw him a mock kiss and with a wink started to play. An American in Paris The way the instruments came together was simply marvelous. They were improvising and Sam knew that she was leading them from the moment he had challenged her. She was terrific, the sight of her as she played and her hair flew, her cheeks turned red, the way she bit her lower lip in ecstacy as she bowed half standing over the piano -- he could see her curves moving under the dress. Nice bum...Time for a drink, he downed one glass with one sip. The crowd behind him was going crazy dancing, shouting and cajoling as the band upped the tempo and the trumpet bridged one piece by solo with the next. Rosa was intent to show Mr. Superior his place, but as she started to play the music became more important and she nearly forgot about him had it not been for the fact that he was replacing her drink with a fresh one, his face a rather pleasant sight for the time she caught a glimpse of it. Really what was going on here? Sam removed himself to the terrace to clear his head. It was very unusual for him to get carried away like this. Below him the city lay in silence, stars were shining brightly above and his breath formed little white clouds as he drank the whiskey from his glass. A toast! - To private parties, strangely magnetic women and ways around the prohibition on the good old continent. Now he would do rather well if he kept his mind occupied. And he knew just how, though he couldn't shake a hint of foreboding. If only he knew what was happening to him. ** They had played for what seemed hours and Rosa was exhausted when she finally managed to leave the stage and find a quiet corner to breathe deeply. Tonight's jam had been one of the most fun and challenging experiences in her musical history. She felt elated and after she had calmed down a very fine thought crept into her conscious mind. Where had he vanished to? Had he left? Why had he so suddenly shown some decency no even friendliness in his behaviour towards her? She grimaced at the silently growing wish to go look for him. Rosa moved and found herself another drink. Ah what was it her father used to tell her? Stay away from men who present themselves as enigma. Sir Superior counted amongst them no doubt yet she couldn't help it he was there in her thoughts. Thankfully Helen appeared at this moment to pull her away laughing no doubt about to lead them into mischief. ** The woman flinched as Sam pulled at her long blonde hair to upright her head back towards him his cock buried deep inside her tight behind. He was moving roughly but in a steady pace. He loved to draw out the sensations of pulling in and out, teasing his partner until oblivion, slapping the round cheeks with real force, reaching to the front to squeeze or pinch the erect nipples, pull them until he evoked moaning or pleas for mercy -- depending on whether the woman had experience or not. The feeling of control and responsibility made him drunk, calmed his nerves and cleared his mind. He hadn't noticed how much in need he was for a session until this very moment and all because of this young foolish, pretty, mischievous, interesting, unique, talented... hold on you can't possibly be still thinking about her.. Get yourself together Samuel, he thought and increased the rhythm. Maybe the whip or cane will help in finding his composure. A grin spread across his face as he imagined a slender body with chestnut hair tousled by his hands bound to a wall biting her lip just as during her piano playing interspersed with screams as his favourite three tail met the soft white skin on her legs and round cheeks leaving marks of his need to possess and conquer. With a drawn out shout Sam came inside the blonde woman wishing it was brown eyes that turned around to search his with the plea for more. ** Helen was pulling Rosa along with the promise that she had met two young Gentlemen looking for as much pleasure as they were willing to give. They met in the corridor between rooms, it had gotten very late most private places were occupied, so with little persuasion the two women found themselves pressed against the walls in passionate kisses. Rosa did enjoy herself, the way her neck was spoiled, yet something just kept tugging at her mind even as the young man asked for permission to enter her while nibbling at her earlobes. Just at this moment two people turned a corner and started mid-step. Rosa's eye caught his and it felt as if two flames were trying to devour each other. Was it minutes or hours that passed? Rosa pushed herself free cursing under her breath as he turned around with a huff leaving the blond woman whose hip he had hugged just seconds earlier standing in astonishment. She hit the wall in frustration and walked in the opposite direction leaving a perplexed Helen behind. Two hearts tried desperately to convince themselves that they did not care. Did not care at all. Just so you know it! ** Rosa's steps had slowly taken her towards the river Seine, the stars were bright and she shivered under her coat as she looked over the calm water trying to bring order into her every sensation. It was hard to understand something she had never quite felt this way before. She was torn between anger and vulnerability and leaned against the railings as a soft warm coat was being put on top of hers around her shoulders. He had brought an open bottle of champagne with him and had a big gulp offering her a turn. Rosa obliged feeling her chaos turn into curiosity and concern. He must be freezing just in his shirt, a shirt that very clearly outlined the strong build underneath. Sam looked at her with a contemplative but mildly wanting expression. He stepped up close and pushed a loose strand of hair away to muster her face with intensity. "So what's your name then or do you wish me to keep calling you Sir Peacock?" He smiled at her cockyness. "I am Samuel David Hall. Whether I allow you to address me at all is another question." "Rosa Lilias King. Not sure if it's a pleasure to meet you. Yet." She turned and caught his eye with her own as somewhere a clock struck the count to midnight. On a whim Rosa stepped up on her toes and kissed him teasing his lips with her tongue until he opened his mouth and she felt her own connect with his like in an electric current. Sam felt his heart lurch. I must not fall in love with him one mind whispered while the other promised itself that he would make her do just that. He took her face in his hands and smiled. "Happy Valentine's Day Sam." "Happy Valentines' Miss Rosa." *** Thank you for reading.